shellycheval
The Living Force
He was not feeling his normal self the last two days, off his feed and quiet, then this morning he had signs of going into shock so I took him to the vet about 10:30. An x-ray show a tumor the size of a large grapefruit-small cantaloupe on his spleen that had ruptured and was bleeding out. The choices were not good so I chose what I thought would keep him as pain free as possible and that was euthanasia at about 12:30 today. We buried him in the front yard where he liked to lie and keep an eye on things. He felt is was his sacred duty to protect me and so he is. He always liked to smell flowers--he would walk up to them, close his eyes, and breathe deeply--sometimes taking a little bite. I always felt he would come back as a gentle florist when he moves on to human form. His name was Puck and he was ten--a black and white Springer spaniel and pointer cross. He was a good dog.

